Busy Busy Busy

I should have some new work up early December, but I'm totally absorbed with school right now. I hope its worth the wait.

I updated my website. I will be posting some, but not all, of the work that can be found there on my account here on Devart over the next few days or so when I get the chance, but for the meantime you really should check it out and tell me what you think.

Its listed down there in my information, so no excuses people.

This is me.

This is my life, unfolding before me. I am only here for the ride, to turn the switches that alter the tracks, for better or worse, on this hell of a roller coaster. Sometimes its scary, and the wheels screech horribly, but god dammit its fun. Raise your hands to the sky and scream till you are breathless, and face it with eyes wide open, framed by the hopes and dreams you collect along the way.

This is my journal entry.

Yay, someone read my journal entries! I am not feeling very thoughtful right now, for I am slowly fighting off a demonic virus that is slowly draining my life-force until I am nothing left but a shell of a man... or woman, rather. My mind feels like it is underwater, listening to the world throughs ears that hear in levels of pain, and the tip of my spine aches, shooting pains all throughout my skull. Everything is more sensitive, though I have to guess with smell, as my nose is so clogged up. I dropped cold water on my hand, and it actually hurt, like I was burned. I hear that thu feel exactly alike, severe burns and severe cold. I would believe it. However, all this... sensitivity comes to me through receptors that feel half clogged, that distort everything in a mind that is only half aware of the world as it is. What to do, what to do? I sleep for hours, take asprin and vitamin C, and hope I can make it to school tomorrow, because I have a test Tuesday in Calculus. And the world spins, and I fall into unknowing...

I don't know why I write such sweet poetic nonsense here. Not many people read it, and no one ever comments. I linger over small trivialties in a quest for the right sentence, the right way to express my thoughts and desires, my impressions of life. I try to express in words what words are unable to express. So just imagine instead, that here before you lies the most soul stirring, life changing prose you have ever read, and that your entire view on existence has been subtly altered by the strangely thought-provoking wonder it instills. With this wish I bury my lingering failure to actually exhibit such things to you, and lay my head down to the earth, trying to call forth the fleeing imagery I had wanted to share with you in the eternal moments ago.